Parallel Lines » Larry Stylinson

Chapter 33 - Harry

Camera flashes and deafening screams. Those are the sounds I can hear before I am dragged away from Louis and into a separate van. Just liked that, whisked away, by the sea of people and our management which control our every move when we're in public. I feel like a rag doll, useless, being tossed around, afraid, of the screams and the shouts, terrified, of the flashing lights and piercing stares. Louis can obviously put me to ease in a situation like this, but he is no where in sight.

Minutes pass, and I find myself in a fancy hotel, Louis arriving shortly after. We check into our rooms, and turns out, we're staying in separate rooms again. Louis will be with Eleanor, and I, well, by myself. It's a king size bed, though, and that makes me feel even more lonelier.

I unpack my things. We're told that we're free for tonight, but I'm pretty sure they're going to make me meet my beard, or at least that's how Niall calls it. I wonder if she's nice. I'm sure Eleanor is sweet, but I can tell that Louis doesn't like her all that much.

I hear a soft knock on my door, after an hour of unpacking and checking the room out.

"Come in," I say. "It' not locked."

Louis comes tiptoeing into the room. He looks so small, in this majestic room with it's high ceiling and king size furniture. I hurry over to him and pull him into my arms.

"Took me a while to find your room. This place is huge. They refused to tell me your room number. And heck, your room's on a whole different block," he says into my chest.

I close my eyes and pull him towards the bed.

"King size, huh?" Louis eyes it thoughtfully. "Looks like I can spend the night here after all."

I blush and Louis buries his head into my neck, planting a kiss on my collarbone. "I... are we allowed to-"

"It doesn't matter, Haz. I'll do whatever I want."

"You want to spend the night with me?" I ask in a shy voice, my cheeks growing even redder.

"Gosh, Harry. You're usually the flirt. Who knew you'd go all soft when it comes to this," he guides my chin so that my lips meet his. I smile against his soft lips and shrug.

"We have a show tomorrow," I say.

"Stating the obvious," Louis observes.

"What are we going to do between now and... then?" I ask.

Louis smirk. "This." He pounces on me and pushes me down onto the bed. He kisses me, hard, and I feel the fireworks explode in the pit of my stomach. I can never get used to the feeling of his lips on mine. It feels so magical, so surreal, so foreign, but yet, I feel so safe at the same time, like I'm at home.

"Lou," I plead as he trail sloppy kisses down my neck. I wrap my arms around his waist and he cups my cheeks as his lips trail back up to mine again.

"Shh," Louis smiles and I turn into liquid in his arms. His hands roam all over me, touching every inch of me, lighting me on fire.

"Ahh... Lou," he kisses my neck again, his stubble tickling my sensitive skin. "Louis."

"I love how you say my name like that," Louis whispers into my ear, causing a shiver to run up my spine. "Say my name again."

"Louis."

He gives me one more final peck on the lips before pulling away. "Enough," he grins. "You'll get more tonight."

I gulp and nod. "Right," I frown. "I-"

My phone beeps, signalling that I have a message. It's from Tom. I click on it and start to read.